So you motherfuckers I was change my style? So what are you saying
To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit another rap that I'm ready to spit It goes like this, my name is I'm tearin' up like never before
slaps, makin' snaps Cold cash money and Too $hort Oakland, California that's I'm from The city where the say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna you this Trues and vogues really shit Wanna roll so hard, all of the You and that bitch Too $hort rhymes
If you ask me, what all about, I'll say it's about that money But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't me Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"
I said, are you doin' in the White House If not sellin' cocaine? Ask your wife, Reagan, I know she'll spit that game Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob
What is life? is Too $hort I the bitches like it's a sport Yeah, I'll play the bitches just y'all Like Dr. J played
You can call me Too, don't say it You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck wife You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch
It on a bright morning in 1987 I was in my drop to Caddy gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen Nasty bitches, around the world, I this rhyme for you You might not like my rap, but I'm you bitch it's true
So death in the Oakland streets Am I gonna till next week? I get shot by a dope fiend Tryin' to get high, tryin' to steal my
I really can't say, 'cause I know why People out here droppin' dead like I used to see a boy givin' five Now I say, "Man, still alive?"
Cold as hell, the town I'm last too long when you're fakin' the funk I'm the master rapper, so Clap my when I want my freak
You can't deny it, you know I'm I turn any out when I'm on the mic And I won't kick back, or Till he I'm the best at the MC rap
he knows Too $hort, set the track They got him up in my serious cap Motherfucker can't spit game on the mic he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dike
He's a sucker MC, I call him Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch junk You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't to me I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's To the end of the world and push you Good luck couldn't find you in a leaf clover
If I said a rap, tryin' to cap on you I wouldn't even it 'cause you'll be through Lookin' so far up, you might fall Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown
And the look in face when you're lickin' that tooth make a grown man die, laughin' at you 'Cause you're a, no rappin', no Played out ass Simple Simon
I never understood one word you But you're swearin' up and down you're killin' 'em dead only one thing, I wanted to know Sucker motherfucker, the joke?
I'm the player of players, call me Pop My name is Too $hort, no I don't I just don't mackin', don't stop cappin' Don't stop now you see what happens
Your mind is gone, your just cut Sucker MC tell you what Your are weak, your rap the same And when it to game, you are lame
Never heard of Too $hort baby Hit in 1980 mo' raps than a rap could rhyme Tellin' MC's don't waste my time
There's a girl I know her is Betty Straight to the head just rock it She's so she'll juice you up All the home just can't get enough
a Ph.D., don't even stop In the back that goin', top, top, top I say white girl, won't say she's black She's the kind of girl that your knees go crack
Feel the beat, rock me Let me you what I be I'm a MC rapper, a MC A big bank and a cold, cold capper
Hey baby, I got rhyme not gonna stop till the end of time Like rock and roll play that song To the beat all day and all long
So liten up, to what I'm I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin' To all the boys doin' time in the pen rock this beat for you once again
If you can't get out and mad as hell Say bitch, now make it sound for tear shit up, if I get the chance I could give a less if you're hole don't dance See I'm a big now, I'm so great I was and raised in the Golden State
Call me T O O, if you say I'ma rap my ass off till you me some more Big bank, now just me rich Bitch bitch bitch make me rich
out my style, baby I don't quit I heard this say, "That's the shit" He the cake, fucked the rake Too $hort damn sure ain't fake
But the sucker MC's are screamin' Sayin' Sir Too $hort, your mouth How can you about me, and call me weak When your father smokes coke and you mother's a
So I keep on rappin', if else your jealous thoughts to yourself Bitch and bitch, a MC right Ain't sayin' nothin' but holdin' the mic Fuck with me, and boy you're I send a with a hoe to the motel room
'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a Like a 357 pointed at dome I got cap for cap, you heard So again with cusswords
shit, fuckin' with me Fuck a skank and a sucker MC All you got the claps And you punk 'cause you still can't rap
Cusswords, let 'em know Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe Cusswords, don't quit Motherfuck you damn shithead
It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't And it stop, and it won't stop, bitch Check out my